The Maiden and the Beast

A Story by SirStrife

A woman flees from a monster, her lover taken by the same creature. However, all is not as it seems...

The moon hung full and bright in the sky, as it shone brightly on the ancient forest below, and the young maiden trying desperately to make her way through it to the nearby town. Gnarled branches and sharp limbs lashed at her as she frantically rushed through the woods. She ran, as fast as her legs would carry her, tears streaming down her face, and her cries muffled for fear the beast on her trail might find her easier. As she tore through the moonlight woods, the nights events replayed through her mind. She recalled everything with beautiful, painful clarity… the beautiful moments with her lover from the firmness of his grip to the gentleness of each well placed kiss. This feeling of bliss was washed away as she came back from the washroom to find the room in shambles, with blood leading in a trail out through a destroyed wall.

There had been word of murders in the nearby town. Savage, terribly mutilated corpses hand been found, sometimes half chewed on, half ripped apart by sheer brute force. Some people were claiming mountain links or other wild animal attacks, but there had been a few accounts of people glimpsing the demon that had committed these heinous acts of violence… and the whispers of a werewolf had spread. There was blood in several places, her lovers tattered clothes scattered all about leading out towards the night. She had dropped to her knees and begun to cry. the beautiful moments of their time spent together replayed over in her mind, when they met, how he tasted when they first kissed, the first time they had made love… and how kind his eyes always had been. His beautiful blue eyes, which had always made her feel safe and calm in times if sadness and turmoil. How she.longed just to look into his eyes even once more. Her thoughts cut short as a wicked howl, long and feral, carried across the night sky. She had to run, or be the creatures next victim. So into the night she had fled, through the old path leading through the woods towards the village, and as she runs… another howl tears at the night sky

As the howl faded off into the stillness of the night, its echo far behind her, she broke through the bramble and twisted limbs, into a clearing. The clearing itself was large, with an ominous feeling about it. Scattered about the clearing were ruined stone pillars with ancient runic symbols and images, ornately carved deep into the ancient stone. Near the center was a large stone table, decorated similarly to the stones littering the grove. She made her way through the center towards the table, which as she approached, appeared more like an altar of sorts. As she reached it, slowly running her fingers across the smooth, cold stone, she felt an unearthly energy emanating from it. As in thrall of the stone table as she was, she was not numb to the creeping sensation of being watched. Slowly she turned looking all around her, until her eyes met with the eyes of her pursuer, yellow and predatory, the possessor of the eyes still concealed by the brush and tree limbs.

Her breath stopped short. She wanted to scream, but some vile thing kept it locked deep in her chest, she had no voice. She could not move, she was paralyzed by the baleful gaze. Rustling from the branches and the beast began to take shape, her imagination not equivalent to the monster before her. Pushing the branches aside as it moved forward was a large clawed hand, it’s nail black and looking sharp enough to slash at stone. It’s body was covered In ashen grey fur, underneath showing a strong lithe figure, packed with muscle and sinew, perfect for a predator. The creature stood nearly 8 feet tall as it reared its head up, throwing each of its killer claws out, as it howled into the night as if asking the moon to bless its actions. The howl was deeper and struck fear into her very core, leaving her trembling and still crippled by her fear. In a flash it’s moon prayer was over and the creatures nearly glowing yellow eyes stared, not at her… but into her, as if the best was sniffing out the fear within, savoring the moment. Her body finally forced her to blink, and in the split second the creature was gone from her sight. Frantically she searched the horizon to see if it had indeed been an illusion perpetrated by legend and puffed up villager delusions, and for a moment she was able to relax… her heart slowed and she could breath again… until she felt the hot breath on the back of her neck.

Sheer terror gripped her heart like deaths icy grip, she couldn’t breath, she couldn’t move, she wasn’t even able to face the beast. Every second that crawled by felt like an eternity as she could see the monsters breath billow out of its snout in the crisp night air. The creature began to growl, low and threatening, hinting at the noises the creature could make if provoked into an attack. The Beast seemed to have other thoughts in mind as it sniffed along her neck line, dragging a Razor sharp nail along the thin protection of her gown. What could the beast want? As If Reading Her Thought The beast, Using It’s Snout Pushed Her Forward Against The Cold, Rocky Altar. With one threatening claw it pushed her face down against the stone. Her eyes widened in terror at the thought of what the beast had in store for her next…

The beast leans over her and begins to nuzzle her neck, she feels tears welling up as her vision becomes blurry, this can’t be happening, it can’t be real. Soon she feels the beasts claws through the thin fabric of her dress, and in moments with a savage snarl the beast has turned her dress to shreds leaving her naked on the altar. She knows where this is headed, she has to fight to scream to run! She struggles and begins to scream, managing to kick herself off of the creature and up onto the table further back. She grasps around gathering up the tattered remnants of her dress to cover herself , when her hand slips across a long thin sharp piece of stone. The maiden grasps it in hand and holds it out towards the beast. The creature crouch down and lets loose a mighty ear-splitting roar, in an attempt to scare the girl again. She can feel the heat from the monsters breath and the spittle on her hand. As the beasts roar dies down the maiden stands, she will not be taken, she will not let this beast have both her and her lovers life tonight. Though she may die, she would fight this b*****d and see it bleed.

As she stood there in the dead of night, bathed in the light of the moon, covered only by the tatters of her dress, she stared down the beast just beyond the edge of the stone shard. She had no idea if she would live through this night, she didn’t know if she could outfox a beast such as this, but she knew something for certain. The fear that she had felt, the terror that had held her captive before, was now replaced with something more primal… anger. Mustering her courage, not knowing if the creature would understand her, she made her statement clear and true, “if you think I will let some hell spawn make me it’s w***e, after taking the one wonderful thing from my life… you are mistaken! I would die a thousand horrible deaths before I let you touch me monster!!” She felt her hand tremble with the shard, the moment was almost over, her courage may fail her at any moment, now was the time if she was ever to strike, “You took, my Collin from me monster!” No sooner had she cried out, than she began to charge the beast. She dashed the short distance in an attempt to plunge the stone shard deep into the creatures chest. But something was different… the air had changed… the creature seemed confused. The were beast was slowly stepping backwards looking down at its claws, and when it looked up, gone were those yellow, feral, killers eyes… instead were the kindest, most beautiful pair of blue eyes. She would have recognized them of she had lived a thousand years. Those were her lover Collin’s eyes…

“Collin?” she whispered in her half hushed confusion, baffled at what she had just seen. As she stared at those blue eyes, she could see her confusion reflected in the beasts actions. It backed away from her, even turned and began to dash away. “Collin! Wait!” She cried out as the creature turned from her fleeing from her, seemingly to hide, but upon hearing her voice stops. The creature remains facing away from the girl the large figure but moments ago seemingly a vicious killer, now with slumped shoulders, stopped with but a young girls command. Could this be her lover, she wondered, remembering the elders tales of how the Werewolves came to be. He had told her they were mortal men and women cursed with an ancient evil, men and women who were good and righteous people afflicted with a primal need, driven by a wolf demon deep within them. Could Collin have been attacked before? Could he really be the creature standing before her? She reached out, her small pale hand standing in stark comparison to the dark ashen fur of the beast. As she touched its fur the creatures skin rippled, and its head turned slightly, those brilliant blue eyes, like the wildest part of the ocean meeting the clearness of the sky, connected to her own creamy jade eyes. She stroked the fur slowly, tenderly as if caressing the hair of a small babe, comforting it from the scariness of the world. “Collin…” she whispered, as she reached up towards the beasts maw, not gaping and ravenous anymore, but still and sad, “look at me Collin…” once more in that calm, loving tone.

The creature turned to her, its face no longer contorted in that feral, raging snarl, but eyes to the ground, head hung low, as if in shame. Its ears lay back, as a pup would when scolded, as she gently ran her hand along his jaw, the creature nuzzling into her hand, seemingly relishing her touch. When their eyes met again, seeing the sadness deep within, she could not hold her tears back, nor her affection. She wrapped her arms around him as far as they would go, and wept. Her was her Collin, not dead as she thought, not ripped from her arms, but afflicted, cursed with a beast’s visage, reflecting the monster haunting him within. Now though, through some miracle, that rage driving the beast, had been calmed, and she had him back. As she cried into the creatures fur-lined chest she felt its arms wrap around her, gently caressing her, easing her sadness. There int he middle of a ruined glen, in the deepest parts of an ancient forest, the lovers stood reunited, albeit it in a form less normal than they were used to, but held one another, their love still strong and true.

As they held one another, both felt a stirring, a pull to one another in a fashion they had before as well. The creatures claws glanced along her bare skin, made even more appealing in the moon’s light. His touch was that of a lovers, not of a beast. in her mind’s eye she could see him as the loving man he had been before, his fiery red hair and beard contrasting those brilliant eyes. She still felt the need a woman feels for her lover, the pull to be joined as one, now more than ever they needed that. She ran her hand down his chest, and down his stomach, feeling the lithe muscles beneath, the creature making a low rumbling growl as she did so. She locked eyes with it… no…him… she locked eyes with Collin, her lover. He may have rumbled, but she could see he was not displeased, there was no malice or intent to harm, only the love he bore for her, and a desire to be with her. She stepped back, letting the tattered remains of her gown fall to the ground, revealing herself completely to him. Her pert young breasts, her slender waist, and the little patch of blonde hair above her sex. She turned away moving back to the stone altar, leaning against it with her hands bracing herself, as she waited for her lover. Moments that hung in the air, as the moon looms in the sky passed, dreadfully slow, as she awaited to see if he would come to her. As she felt his breath on her neck once more, she finally breathed easy. She had been terrified of the creature before, horrified by the idea that that demonic creature would attempt to have its way with her.
But the Lover behind her now was not that creature. Collin would never harm her, he would never do anything to bring tears to her eyes. Now in this moment when they were the most vulnerable they had ever been, in an act of absolute trust and love, she would give herself to him, submitting to both of their desires.

She felt his rigidness against her as she leaned further over the table, his large claws, carefully, gently
navigating the terrain of her body. A moment more of tenderness, and then she felt his member pressing against her sex, plying it apart to let him inside. All of her knew his touch, it was his soul she felt all over, the mingling they had known many times. As he pushed his way deep inside, she gasped at the girth of him, larger than anything she had ever known, though he was as gentle as any man ever could be, taking his time and slowly moving bit by bit, not wanting to hurt her in any way. It took effort, but their desire won out against the pain, and soon she was letting her self be pushed into deeper and faster, with the familiar pace of her love. His hands explored her all over, as if he had not felt her touch for years, wanting to feel every inch of her, needing her as a flower in the desert craves the life-giving touch of rain. The tips of his claws lightly scratched against her flesh adding new sensations to the feeling of their intensity, the collision of the slight sting of the claws coupled with the pleasure of his penetration. She moaned as he moved in and out of her, every thrust and pull like fire between her thighs, lighting anew every time he thrust again, the maiden losing herself in that fires sweet burning kiss. His passion was at a high point as he pushed against her harder and faster, her sounds of desire becoming more fervent. He pushed into her, deeper than before, feeling her wrap around him with her loving embrace. In that moment she cried out, not in pain but in pleasure, loving how he felt in her. The cry struck a chord in him and he stopped.

He looked down, seeing the beasts claws against her delicate skin, her beautiful pale skin covered in slight red scratches from the claws of the monster he had become. Panic set in, absolute fear of what he could do to her with those large bestial hands. He shook his head and pulled out of her, backing away once more. What was he doing? How could he have let it goes this far?! Why? Why had it come to this?! As he stood, his massive hands wrapped over his wolf’s head, he felt her touch on him once more. As he stood, locked in an internal struggle with his own conflicting desires, she placed her delicate hand over his beast’s heart. In that moment he once again felt like himself, not the beast, but the man trapped inside. She reaches over, placing her delicate hand in his destroyers paw, and begins to lead him over to a grassy area in the glen. She stood, wordless and breathtaking in her vulnerability, and pushed on his chest with her hand, nudging the beast gently to the ground on his back. She caressed his face once more, his heart easing again. She looked at him softly, a lovers smile alighting her face as she stepped over and lowered herself onto him.

Slowly she let him enter, pushing deep inside. Hesitation still in his eyes, she laces her fingers into his own, his large claw dwarfing hers, but the touch easing the pain in his eyes. He knows it now, she loves him, in this form as well as the one he held before. To her he was Collin. No more, no less. she begins to rocked back and forth on him, moving her hips steadily, surely. As he looked at her, a vision of Godiva atop the horseback, he noticed the first bit of Sunrises fire lighting through the darkness, piercing into it as her love had peeled away the primal ferocity of the beast he had been. She rode atop him, with the grace of all her beauty, and he loved her even more. As the Sun tore into the bitter darkness, rising over the tip of the mountain tops, he felt something begin to change. A slight pain, that was dwarfed by the pleasure she graced him with. She rocked atop him, a steady pace that was slowly building her pleasure to a precipice. She threw her head back, eyes aimed high as pleasure gripped her hard, ravaging her with tremors of ecstasy, forcing her to cry out as she convulsed. As the sensation began to subside she pulled her hand to her lips to kiss the beasts hand, only to touch her lips to a soft firm mans grip.

Shocked, she opened her eyes to Collin, convulsing himself as his body shifted and pulled itself back into the form she had known, back into her lover. She was so entranced with the sensation she had felt that she hadn’t felt his own convulsions as he shifted back. she squealed with excitement as she leaned in, kissing his bearded face, and finally placing her lips on his, kissing once more a true lovers kiss. He looked at her once more through his own vision, seeing her in his own arms, feeling her skin pressed against his own. Was the curse broken? Was this only a temporary reprieve? As she nestled into his chest feeling only the thin layer of his human chest hair, he didn’t care. For now at least, he was once more the man who could love his woman properly. Feeling himself still inside of her, her warmth enveloping him, he had but one desire. He began to move his hips as she lay atop him, pushing himself into her again. She was instantly aroused again, feeling his familiar shaft drive into her. She once more moaned as he held her close to his chest, pumping into her once more, before rolling her over, to lay atop her. She ran her hands along his firm arms, cherishing to touch of flesh on flesh, and he moved into her once more. He moved his hips, rocking them as a wave crashing onto the shore, strong and deep, leaning into kiss her deeply, their tongues intermingling, dancing around one another. She grips him tight grasping his strong back with her hands, digging in for a better hold. He moans as he feels himself spiraling further into their passionate embrace, making him move faster, working himself into her with more tenacity. She feels herself edge closer to that passionate release once more and begins to work her hips with his. They both feel it as she clenches down with her sex, his shaft being squeezed tighter, they both cry out as their lust reaches its peak, and he explodes inside of her, spilling himself into her over and over. Only a few more thrusts and they are both spent, left to feel the aftershocks of their lovers tango.

He falls out of her, collapsing on the ground next to her. She leans over, placing her head on his chest, running a finger through his chest hair. “You saved me Ava.” he said between heavy breathes, “I don’t know wh-” She cut him short, stopping the movement of his lips by kissing him with hers. Deep, long passionate kisses, that only true lovers know. she finally pulled away, looking deep into his brilliant blue eyes, “It doesn’t matter Collin… as long as we have each other… it’ll never matter…” she says gently, as she lowers her head onto his chest once more. his places his hand on her head, running his fingers through her golden locks, and closes his eyes. They have each other, and that is all that matters now… the maiden… and her Beast…